Saint Joan

his instep. Poulengey, relaxing, comes into the room; places the stool between the table and the window; and sits down ruminatively. Robert, half sitting on the end of the table, begins the friendly talk. Robert Now listen to me, Polly. I must talk to you like a father. Poulengey looks up at him gravely for a moment, but says nothing. Robert It’s about this girl you are interested in. Now, I have seen her. I have talked to her. First, she’s mad. That doesn’t matter. Second, she’s not a farm wench. She’s a bourgeoise. That matters a good deal. I know her class exactly. Her father came here last year to represent his village in a lawsuit: he is one of their notables. A farmer. Not a gentleman farmer: he makes money by it, and lives by it. Still, not a laborer. Not a mechanic. He might have a cousin a lawyer, or in the Church. These sort of people may be of no account socially; but they can give a lot of bother to the authorities. That is to say, to me. Now no doubt it seems to you a very simple thing to take this girl away, humbugging her into the belief that you are taking her to the Dauphin. But if you get her into trouble, you may get me into no end of a mess, as I am her father’s lord, and responsible for her protection. So friends or no friends, Polly, hands off her. Poulengey With deliberate impressiveness. I should as soon think of the Blessed Virgin herself in that way, as of this girl. Robert Coming off the table. But she says you and Jack and Dick have offered to go with her. What for? You are not going to tell me that you take her crazy notion of going to the Dauphin seriously, are you? Poulengey Slowly. There is something about her. They are pretty foulmouthed and foulminded down there in the guardroom, some of them. But there hasn’t been a word that has anything to do with her being a woman. They have stopped swearing before her. There is something. Something. It may be worth trying. Robert Oh, come, Polly! pull yourself together. Common sense was never your strong point; but this is a little too much. He retreats disgustedly. Poulengey Unmoved. What is the good of common sense? If we had any common sense we should join the Duke of Burgundy and the English king. They hold half the country, right down to the Loire. They have Paris. They have this castle: you know very well that we had to surrender it to the Duke of Bedford, and that you are only holding it on parole. The Dauphin is in Chinon, like a rat in a corner, except that he won’t fight. We don’t even know that he is the Dauphin: his mother says he isn’t; and she ought to know. Think of that! the queen denying the legitimacy of her own son! Robert Well, she married her daughter to the English king. Can you blame the woman? Poulengey I blame nobody. But thanks to her, the Dauphin is down and out; and we may as well face it. The English will take Orleans: the Bastard will not be able to stop them. Robert He beat the English the year before last at Montargis. I was with him. Poulengey No matter: his men are cowed now; and he can’t work miracles. And I tell you that nothing can save our side now but a miracle. Robert Miracles are all right, Polly. The only difficulty about them is that they don’t happen nowadays. Poulengey I used to think so. I am not so sure now. Rising and moving ruminatively towards the window. At all events this is not a time to leave any stone unturned. There is something about the girl. Robert Oh! You think the girl can work miracles, do you? Poulengey I think the girl herself is a bit of a miracle. Anyhow, she is the last card left in our hand. Better play her than throw up the game. He wanders to the turret. Robert Wavering. You really think that? Poulengey Turning. Is there anything else left for us to think? Robert Going to him. Look here, Polly. If you were in my place would you let a girl like that do you out of sixteen francs for a horse? Poulengey I will pay for the horse. Robert You will! Poulengey Yes: I will back my opinion. Robert You will really gamble on a forlorn hope to the tune of sixteen francs? Poulengey It is not a gamble. Robert What else is it? Poulengey It is a certainty. Her words, and her ardent faith in God have put fire into me. Robert Giving him up. Whew! You are as mad as she is. Poulengey Obstinately. We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us! Robert His irresoluteness now openly swamping his affected decisiveness. I shall feel like a precious fool. Still, if you feel sure⁠—? Poulengey I feel sure enough to take her to Chinon⁠—unless you stop me. Robert This is not fair. You are putting the responsibility on me. Poulengey It is on you whichever way you decide. Robert Yes: that’s just it. Which way am I to decide. You don’t see how awkward this is for me. Snatching at a dilatory step with an unconscious hope that Joan will make up his mind for him. Do you think I ought to have another talk to her? Poulengey Rising. Yes. He goes to the window and calls. Joan! Joan’s Voice Will he let us go, Polly? Poulengey Come up. Come in. Turning to Robert. Shall I leave you with her? Robert No: stay here; and back me up. Poulengey sits down on the chest. Robert goes back to his magisterial chair, but remains standing to inflate himself more imposingly. Joan comes in, full of good news. Joan Jack will go halves for the horse.